1.7.18 30 Days Wild #30 Y dyfodol

Truth be told, I found it extremely difficult to write something yesterday. 30 Days Wild gets more enjoyable, more educational and more emotional every year.

I could have talked about the highlights of the month, the new discoveries – but an overarching fear was lurking at the pit of my stomach.

Mae pethau wedi newid. Mae’n wir fy mod yn gorwedd yn yr oedran sy’n cynnig diflastod a sinigaeth (yn draddodiadol ta beth – ac yn enwedig i ddynion) ond mae hwn yn wahanol. Mae newid mawr ar dro.

So, let’s start with my personal example. A moth is found in the living room. Firstly, that doesn’t happen very often any more – and certainly not to volume of 10, 20, 30 years ago. We have sanitised our living environment by disinfecting all surrounding areas and without any care or thought for any repercussion whatsoever. We are more concerned about exterminating flies and pests with no thought beyond the present day. Has evolution deliberately brought us to this point. Is Mother Nature plotting our downfall in the most stylised way possible? We are a resilient species and perhaps the only way we can eventually be brought to check is by allowing us to inflict a fatal and self-inflicted death without our conscious recognition. Mother Nature is a wise, clever and omnipotent little trickster.

Felly, y gwyfyn:

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Luckily for us, the internet now provides us with a wonderful resource to address our ignorance when it comes to wildlife identification.


Now comes a fact that we should all take time to ponder. The silver Y is a migratory moth. They can reach as far as Iceland and Greenland. Such a fragile creature flying hundreds of miles.

The ‘Silver Y’ name comes from the clear ‘y’ shape on the wing. In latin, ‘autographa gamma’ refers to a time when the Greeks (and other humans) had far more respect for the co-inhabitants of this planet. Or is that just my naivety. Perhaps they didn’t have the respect. Perhaps we never have. Perhaps Mother Nature prepared the seeds for this outcome at the very beginning.

Genesis 1:26-28 King James Version (KJV)

26 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.

And today, George Monbiot encapsulated everything that my mind was thinking, but I simply couldn’t put into words.


Mi roedd y weithred syml o ddarllen y geiriau yn neud i fi deimlo fel fy mod yng nghanol sgwrs gyda ‘shamans’ y gorffennol. Lleisau Coll. Gweledigaeth Coll.

And the future?

I have inspiring mentors around the world. Some I’ve met. Some I’ll never meet.

But I still believe in the old adage of look after your back yard. If everyone did the same, the effect would cover the planet.


Take a look at the link above. Click the ‘English’ button if you don’t speak Welsh. Go to the UK site if you live outside Wales.

Simply put, we work for change or we accept Mother Nature’s guidance and surrender to extinction. If that happens, I only hope that we don’t take all the co-inhabitants of planet earth with us.



29.6.18 30 Days Wild #29 Embers

Bob blwyddyn ers 2014, mae mis Mehefin wedi cynnig rhywbeth newydd. Nid yw hynny’n syndod mawr o gwbwl. Mae rhywbeth newydd yn ein disgwyl bob munud a phob eiliad. Y gwahaniaeth yw ein bod yn derbyn gwahoddiad i ddarganfod ac i chwilio. Ac i ymfalchio yn y chwilio. Dyna Beth yw #30DiwrnodGwyllt

29 is a good number. An odd number. The penultimate number for #30DaysWild.

A chance for a bbq with garden produce (not the pepper – but yes the aubergine and everything else apart from the wine)



And then a glorious burning, waning moon casting a tropical overlay.


And in the embers of the evening, the inevitable reflection offers a chance to gaze, admire and smile.


And press ‘publish’ 3 minutes before a new day.

28.6.18 30 Days Wild #28 Diary of the Last Man

This is my first time to directly reference literature as part of my 30 Days Wild. To sit outside on such a balmy evening and re-read this diary has been a perfect way to start bringing these 30 Days to a close.

Y lleuad a’r llanw sy’n llenwi sylw pan mae’r ddau yn coroni’r mis fel arfer. Ond cyfle i werthfawrogi’r geiriau oedd uchafbwynt heno. Ac mae’r geiriau ‘ma’n bwerus. Mae nhw’n cyffwrdd gwaelodion y stumog ac uchelfannau’r ymennydd.


Spending 30 Days of exploration and connections with nature invariably offers more questions than answers but it certainly heightens the senses. This may be why this collection of poems provoked such a strong emotional response. The writing may appear bleak, but so is my personal outlook when it comes to the callous relationship between mankind and nature. This writing is beautiful.


Something tells me that I will be returning to this collection time and time again.

27.6.18 30 Days Wild #27 Helios / Haul / Sol

So we now have a spell of weather that guarantees a new generation of kids that grow up and confidently state, ‘When I was young, we had summers that lasted for months’. And this kind of forecast is still unusual for Burry Port:


We become so weather obsessed that we always benefit from a reminder of how magical, potent and mind-blowingly amazing this life force actually is.

Mae’n dwym. Mae’n lleddol. Mae popeth yn profi pa mor fregus yw’r cydwbysedd rhwng dŵr a gwres. Mae’r ardd a’r trigolion o’i gwmpas i gyd yn llipa!

It won’t be surprising if we soon end up with drought warnings. It won’t be surprising that humans will instantly moan and grumble about our ‘right’ to unlimited heat, water and food.  When that day of inevitable depletion finally arrives, we will feel very primitive indeed and so far removed from our all knowing ancestors


26.6.18 30 Days Wild #26 Rail Fail

We’re on a rail to nowhere . . . .

I admire the 19th century engineering and graft to build railways alongs inhospitable terrain. One such line was the Gwendraeth Valley line. But nature has, and is continuing to reclaim the track. It’s regressing into the swamp en route to Pontiets:


Mae hen linellau’r gorffennol yn diflannu o’r dyfodol fodfedd wrth fodfedd.


Mae’r camlas yn cario dŵr o hyd – heb lo neu gwch neu Galch.


But multiple examples of some discarded and unwanted cargo are taking over the banks.

Himalayan balsam is about to burst into flower – and that means more seed dispersal and future expansion. Nature has no boundaries.



25.6.18 30 Days Wild #25 Batty menagerie

Amser ar gyfer ystlumod heno wrth imi dderbyn gwers arall gan Heini.

With my chart and my bat detector I feel like a novice in a MENSA meeting. But it’s fun. Hearing the bats and the speed of their echolocation is amazing. If you don’t have a bat detector, I highly recommend you get one. They’re not expensive and they’re fascinating!

With 18 species of bats in the UK they make up nearly a quarter of the UK land mammals.



Wrth i fi edrych ar yr ystlumod, dwi’n rhyfeddu ar y ffordd mae nhw’n rhagori arnom mewn cynifer o alluoedd. Mae nhw hyd yn oed yn gallu clywed pryfed yn cerdded ar y gwair.

There are plenty of pipistrelles tonight and a larger bat that we think is a Noctule. One flies very close to me. With the bat detector offering an audio awareness it feels like a very powerful animal when the mute button is removed!

24.6.18 30 Days Wild #24 Let’s not get caraway

Today was a chance to connect people, land and nature through the generosity of Mr & Mrs Stevens from Waun y Gwiel. What a great day. To walk through rich farmland (and the definition of rich keeps evolving in the world of agriculture) guided by knowledgeable and inspiring hosts is the best way to enter the final week of #30DaysWild.


Un o’r pethau unigryw am y diwrnod oedd y cyfle i ddarganfod planhigion sy’n perthyn yn arbennig i Sir Går. Mae pob cae, lawnt, gardd yn creu cyfraniad hollbwysig i beth sy’n digwydd ar draws y byd.



And the introduction to a plant that thrives successfully here and areas like Cornwall. The coal fields offer a bed of sustenance to a select group of plants. One such plant is the whorled caraway.


Without the guidance and knowledge of today’s company, I would pass and ignore this plant. Ignorance is our greatest enemy. Today I gained a measure of enlightenment!